Golden Time:Volume5 Chapter4
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Golden Time 5: Chapter 4
Chapter 4
The handsome guy was saying, "You have two options. Pick one."
"This harmless little thing I bought that for third year of middle school. This not so harmless little thing was given to me as a present from the boss, who said 'It looks good on you, so I bought it! Hm!'"
Naturally, he probably already had no choice but to choose the harmless Nakasan model.
"...Yana-ssan, didn't you think from the start 'He'd probably pick the dangerous one the boss gave me'...?"
"Perhaps. Surprisingly, you'd said it looked like you could wear it well."
"You're making too much of it. Ah, I'm glad you gave it to me here this evening. If you'd given it to me tomorrow, on site, I'd've had no choice but to wear it."
"Wouldn't it have been more entertaining that way?"
As for Mitsuo, he laughed happily at the two swimsuits he'd brought and placed in front of Banri.
He decided to borrow the aforementioned harmless one on the right. Plain deep blue, it was nothing more than simple and sober. Even trying to take it in hand and look at it closely, it was nothing special, truly innocuous. Shall we just call it a young man's school swimsuit? Because of its utter lack of design, it didn't feel particularly old-fashioned even though a few years had passed. It didn't give off that embarrassing feeling like it had been chosen for a middle-schooler. If he were go through and borrow this one, he felt it would be received warmly.
On the other hand, the left-hand one. The dangerous one. It was a Speedo. Even for the storage of one's average parts, the smooth, slippery cloth texture had so much trouble keeping its shape it was disgusting. The uneven features on the edge of standing out for all to see, glittering in shiny rainbow colors, it was truly and deeply disgusting.
Choosing this one for Mitsuo, the boss had grabbed it, handed it to the store clerk and paid the bill, his lustful gaze piercing Mitsuo the whole time. Mitsuo said he hasn't worn it yet, but it somehow felt like it was no longer pure. That's how disgusting it felt.
"Well, I'll borrow this for tomorrow, okay? I mean, I wonder if I should try it now as a test? I don't have anything to wear under the swimsuit, so if anything shows I'm sorry. Okay?"
"What, don't you have a supporter? I only enough for myself."
"Eh? And I can't just use nothing?"
"Well... it's always better to have something..."
Mitsuo looked concerned. Pushing up his hair, which appeared to be cut a little on the short side, eyebrows raised pensively, he was the very image of a young master of the martial arts. He stood on his knees, his glance keen like that of an eagle, or a falcon. Those eyes, that back, those tightened, narrow lips. Saying "We will ambush the enemy lord this evening and put him to the sword! Prepare yourselves!" as if they were prepared, hidden in some dark alley.
However, what he was doing right now was looking back and forth between his friend Banri's nether region and the two swimsuits.
"...It's come to me all at once! You can put on that seven-color speedo rather than the supporter. It's not as dangerous as what I'll be wearing tonight."
He handed the two swimsuits over to Banri.
"Dude! As you'd expect, old man, I trust you! I'll try one on top of the other! Then, if you don't mind, I'll take a look through that box. There's all sorts of stuff in there."
"Oh, thank you."
Of course, not wanting to expose himself before his friend in this not very spacious room, Banri took the two borrowed swimsuits and headed for the bathroom. All smiles, Mitsuo happily turned away from Banri and took down the box that been placed on a stool.
That figure behind him was a sturdy as a Greek sculpture. Beautiful, you might even say.
Turning on the bathroom light, he went inside, closed the door and took off his T-shirt. The difference between Mitsuo's style, which he had just observed, and his own body as reflected at the moment in the mirror, frankly could not be helped. In spite of being the same as humans, as men, as Japanese people and even about the same age, why were their shapes so different?
Mitsuo, who he was seeing clearly for the first time in a while, had become even more handsome than he had been even back when they were undergoing their exams. He knew that he continued to work for the Boss… that mysterious, overweight slave trafficker who prepared young people for events, however bizarre they seemed to be. As for the costs, the boss treated them as fringe benefits for his employees. He even invited them to the gym. For that reason, even more than before, his muscular appearance could be seen sculpted deeply and clearly, even through a simple T-shirt. He had a hunch he really could pass for a model.
Stripping down, the boyfriend changed into the swimming suit. Just how popular do those handsome guys on the beach get? To look at him, Two Dimensions possessed a surprisingly tall and slim figure. If the three guys were lined up in a row, he probably wouldn't compare well, and it would be embarrassing.
Looking down on his jeans as he undressed, Banri thought, 'I'm going to work out too!' It was already too late for tomorrow, but in any case for the next time. Of course, having been born male, though he wasn't talking about Kosshi-senpai's body, he wanted to be reasonably strong and bulked out. That is, if he was going to try on a swimming suit, there was no need to take off anything above that.
Tomorrow was the day they'd promised to go to the beach.
Banri didn't have a swimsuit.
He might have had one back at his home in Shizuoka, but he was reluctant to call and bother them with talk of returning home. Nonetheless, not having the extra money to go and buy a new one, he decided to ask Mitsuo if he had one he could borrow. Taking the opportunity to swap some contraband with him, this evening, Banri invited Mitsuo over to his room.
He'd hadn't seen Mitsuo's face since then.
That time being after he'd gone to Chinami's house. Since they'd spotted him and Linda entering into that izakaya the film studies group frequented.
...That shocked him. Really.
Taking off everything down to his shorts, one person nude and free. The shock of that day was brought back to his heart clearly and completely. Though he thought he was trying not to think about it anymore, the memory was still as vivid as ever.
The four of them at that time were at a loss for words. The looked at each other's faces like idiots, standing there in the street, frozen in place.
What came to Banri's mind at first was "What sort of a matchup is that?" Why were Mitsuo and Linda together, just the two of them? From the very start, didn't the two have nothing in common? Thinking that way, he immediately remembered. It was their part-time job. The job for the Boss. Banri had dropped out already, but Mitsuo had continued playing the "decorated hunk" for many events.
But when he thought about it, Mitsuo for a while now, strangely, gave the impression of getting along with Linda. ...Those two really became close to each other quickly. And to think that Mitsuo had such an ability to take action from the start.
Mitsuo was an exceptionally fine looking looking rascal, with a good character, but in his approach to the opposite sex, he was surprisingly clumsy and impatient. At the very least, that was the impression that had firmed up inside of Banri.
But even so, there was this situation.
Mitsuo and Linda looking quite friendly indeed, their faces close as they seemed to be enjoying themselves talking, the two of them entering the izakaya. They seemed to be developing a relationship without telling anyone, without letting anybody know.
Of course there was no way they could enter the same shop right after them. ...No, now that he thought about it, they might have been able to enter there. Separately, they was under no obligation to hold back, nor reason to do so. But at that time everyone was surprised, and they could not think it through calmly, so in the end they chose to take seats in a boring chain izakaya not far away.
For the time being, without even waiting for the toast he'd asked for, Banri was aware of his own heart shaking horribly at the spectacle he'd witnessed. The hand holding his beer mug was numb. He could hardly tell the flavor of the beer.
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